Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
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You don't know what you really want.
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